Punta Conejo

After a few weather related delays, and visits with Team Wilyo in Anchorage and Team International Bowling in San Diego, we finally arrived in La Paz. Two days had been shaved off our total Mexico time, but we managed to make the best of it anyway. Team Shadow and their trusty Starship were waiting at the airport to whisk us off into the desert. They've been Starshipping their way from Idaho Falls all the way to the Tropics!


No wait, that isn't the Starship. But Starship is a VW and it does have surfboards on top. Here's a more accurate rendition.Bienvenidos!

After flying so far south, we headed north to the remote beach of Punta Conejo. That's Rabbit Point in English in case you were curious. But first we had to dodge the fierce Baja cows guarding the treacherous dirt road. They were no match for Starship. During the drive, Paxson wasted no time putting the moves on his special lady friend. He's very clever, feigning sleep. That's an advanced move! Revel-Roo and Liza-Loo go way back, all the way to their first week of life.



Sunny beach, here we come!

We ultimately didn't see any conejos or rabbits, but we did see (and eat) some of the tastiest ostiones (that's oysters) you ever laid your eyes (or tastebuds) on. We'd tell you they were the tastiest oysters we've ever eaten. But we'd also have to tell you they were the only oysters we've ever eaten. But the point of the matter is, they were flat out super tasty. Greg put together an oyster feast with a campstove, a cast iron skillet, some garlic, butter, tomatoes, and cajun spices. Mmmmmm. Hooray for Carlos and Alma, the local residents who dive daily for the tasty vittles and sell them for a bargain to gringos like us!

Of course, Greg and Boppa chased after the tasty waves. But for me the best part was watching Greg don J.Hill's old wetsuit.